Chapter Thirty-Six
Mrs Campbell and the Disco Ball
There is more to a minister than a dog collar.
Like a true professional, Mavis held her standing pose, waiting for her moment.
Lumpy stared spellbound at her, while Mrs Campbell now stared at me. “So you set ’em up – youse are to blame.”
“I knew nothing about it,” I said.
“It’s in her garden,” said Betty.
I glared at her, along with everyone in the church, including the teenager, who had pulled his earphones off.
Mrs Campbell moved towards me and stuck her finger in my face. “You look smug right enough.”
“Mrs Campbell,” said Lumpy, removing her finger from my face. “My friend here works in the takeaway. She has nothing to do with the raffle.
For a minute, Mrs Campbell stopped and looked at me like she had seen me before but could
